Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 282: Grassland Gold Sculpture

The enemy abandoned fifty or sixty bodies and fled back, causing three deaths and eight injuries to the guards on the wall, before the first probationary attack ended. What surprised Claude and others was that the enemy did not launch a second attack throughout the afternoon, which was a little too strange.

Claude looked at the enemy's camp in the distance with a single telescope and saw the dust flying there. From time to time, soldiers sent in a tree that had been cut down, which seemed to be manufacturing some kind of large-scale siege weapon.

Major Skerry looked down at the messy seven or eight wooden platoons in front of the trenches beneath the castle and asked, "Where are these wooden platoons? ”

"Sir, I've sent two soldiers down the side door into the trenches to throw these wooden platoons on fire oil, so they can be lit at night to prevent the enemy from attacking. ”

This is a good idea. Night is a good time for an attacker to take advantage of. Raids in front of enemy positions are a common means of seizing enemy defensive positions in this era, with the help of darkness to shield the defender's field of view. But now that the first barracks of the Rangers are stationed in a sturdy, tall castle, not in defensive positions set in the mountains, the biggest question for the attacking enemy is how to climb the walls.

Lighting a wooden platoon lined up in front of a trench at night can effectively prevent the enemy from touching the walls of the city by darkness, or blowing up two doors with powder drums to open a passage into the castle. But the front gate of the Castle of Count Clellaus, besides the two iron-coated doors outside, is two meters apart from an iron fence hanging from the walls of the city like a child's arm. Even if the enemy blows up two gates outside, they will still be blocked by this iron fence door in the city gate hole and then targeted by the guards.

Generally, enemies don't think about those two gates, after all, the original owner of the castle, Roycade. Count Ba Krillaus was in the enemy's camp, and he would not fail to tell the enemy where to look in the attack. Those two doors, which seemed fragile, were in fact a trap, and the result of the attack from the gate was to be blocked in the door hole and shot by the names of the guards on the back wall.

“Well done.” Major Skerry nodded and praised the probe. He looked at the seven vertical bodies on the ground outside and asked: “Why didn't the enemy launch an attack and didn't even come to collect the bodies...”

Captain Hemklin, captain of the second battalion standing next to him, replied: "Sir, depending on the circumstances, it is impossible for the enemy to continue the offensive. Instead of forcing us to use artillery, the first probationary attack just now killed and injured so many people, which has made the enemy realize that our guards are not a good match. If I were an attacker, it would be impossible for me to keep soldiers close to this castle without the assistance of a fully equipped siege weapon to avoid causing excessive unnecessary casualties to my own men..."

This Captain Haemklin, while underperforming in the ambush of the Duchy of Kanas, lost nearly a squadron to his squadron, which Claude ridiculed as a wooden head. But after all, it is not easy to climb to the rank of captain for more than a decade. He is familiar with the way defensive positions are guarded and attacked, giving a perfect answer.

Another while later, an enemy of a squadron was seen pulling several large scooters carrying supplies empty-handed with a white flag, which was collected. They moved the bodies from the ground onto the scooter and pulled them backwards as they piled up one. Soldiers on the walls of the city watched the enemy collect their bodies, only to put a few shots on the empty ground at their feet when they wanted to pull back the seven or eight wooden platoons as well, which meant that the enemy's corpse squad was not allowed to pull back the wooden platoons as well.

At 5: 00 p.m., soldiers on the city wall took two bows and lit four wooden platoons in front of the trenches beneath the castle with rockets. The wooden platoon car, which had thrown fire oil, lit up a large area around it and made the noise of "milk crackling” from time to time. There are also four wooden trailers that can be set on fire until the second half of the night, replacing the four that are almost burned.

Claude spent the middle of the night finding out that the enemy had no intention of attacking, so he found a fur blanket wrapped around his body in a defensive tower on the city wall and went back to sleep. After two hours of sleep, he was called up by patrol soldiers, as Claude had instructed, and by 5 o'clock you must wake him up, because this is the time when the Night's Watch is most tired and tired, and the time when the enemy of the attack likes to launch a raid.

It's November and the weather is starting to get cold. The sky was still dark, and even the fire of the four burning wooden platoons beneath the castle lit only five or six meters around. Claude took a deep, big breath, breathed some cool air, rubbed his face again, and woke himself up. Walk over the gate and listen to the movement against the wall.

There are no suspicious sounds, only wind sounds, wooden cars burning underneath, occasional whispers and grinding of teeth from a sleeping soldier in the castle. It seems unlikely that the enemy will launch a raid today, because in a few moments the sky will start to shine and the soldiers on the walls will be able to easily see what the enemy is doing in the distance.

There are still no signs of an attack by the enemy in the morning. Major Skerry decided to send the Eagle Message and report to the Front Line Command on the state of siege. What surprised him was that neither of the two days before the Front Command had sent a message from the Hawk, nor did he know what had happened.

The messenger hawk is the specialty of the kingdom of Ovillas and is said to be nearly a millennium old. At the earliest, the magician chose countless species of birds for quick messenger. After comparison, he chose a mountain unique to the eastern part of the continent. After more than a decade of cultivation, he finally produced a falcon comparable to a pigeon, and the messenger was extremely accurate. And since the founding of the kingdom of Orvillas, when an unexpected magic hand tag was obtained on how to breed this hawk, this messenger hawk has become one of the highest secrets of the kingdom.

However, this ready eagle appeared to be somewhat inconsistent. Instead of raising his head as high as usual and filling his thirst for a winged sky, he shrunk his head and stayed in the cage like a plague chicken, seemingly not wanting to go out. After repeated inspections, the comms found nothing unusual, thinking that this hawk might have been caused by the cold weather.

Major Skerry handed over the small silver cylinder containing his own secret message to the correspondent, who was skilled in tying the small silver cylinder to the foot of the falcon, fed the falcon some fresh beef strips, and dumped the falcon into the air, which was to get it on the road. Unsurprisingly, the eagle did not spread its wings, but rushed away to the ground.

The people on the walls looked at the dark line and didn't understand what was wrong with this hawk. Then suddenly came a soldier's shout: "Well, that's a prairie golden carving! ”

When you look up, you see two falcons circling in the sky above your head, and that figure is several times bigger than a messenger falcon. Communicators suddenly returned to God and shouted: “No, my hawk...”

A prairie golden sculpture seemed to have stagnated halfway through the air, but it soon spread its wings and plunged down rapidly from the sky in the same direction that the messenger hawk rushed to the ground, apparently the golden sculpture found the hawk.

Several soldiers raised their guns in their hands, but quickly dropped them, with insufficient range to reach the two golden sculptures. Now everyone on the walls understands why the messenger eagle is unwilling to come out, which is where it feels its natural enemies.

The falling golden sculpture hurried up, and the shooting did not catch the prey, while the other spinning golden sculpture in the air quickly pounced down from the sky, and the two golden sculptures simultaneously pursued the eagle.

Mark stared at the golden carvings of the eagles and wondered, "Where did these two big birds come from? We never found a golden carvings in the sky before. ”

Major Skerry sighed: "I think I understand why I haven't received a message from the pigeon on Squirrel Village in two days and a message from the Falcon of Front Line Command. With these two birds here, we won't be able to communicate with each other. ”

Those two prairie golden sculptures in the distance should have hunted down the messenger hawk, only to surprise you that the two prairie golden sculptures did not eat in situ, but rather that a golden sculpture grabbed the body of the hawk with a paw and then the two golden sculptures flew off to the enemy camp and slowly landed. Without guessing where the two prairie gold sculptures came from, you will soon understand that the two prairie gold sculptures are supposed to be the pets of a territorial nobleman and are now being used to cut off communication between the guards of the castle and the outside world.

“Sir, what did your secret letter say?” Captain Hemklin suddenly remembered something and asked Major Skerry, hastily, to see that he had not come to understand, pointing to the enemy camp where the two prairie gold carvings had landed.

Major Scully only realized that he had written a secret letter to report to the Front Line Command, but now the hawk that sent the letter was hunted by the Golden Sculpture, and the secret letter fell into the hands of the enemy. Captain Hemklin was so anxious to fear that Major Skerry would reveal the situation on this side of the castle in a secret letter that the enemy would seize the opportunity to attack the castle.

“Nothing, mainly about the enemy's siege of our forces, and the assurance that we will be able to hold on for three months and hope to send reinforcements as soon as possible and to externally destroy our enemies…” Major Skerry frowned, recalling his writing of a confidential letter, wondering whether there was any possibility of divulging defensive information about the castle to the enemy.

There should be no obstacle, maybe the enemy will be exasperated when they see a secret letter stating that the Army is confident that they will hold the castle for three months. Because it's November, and three months from now, January and February, the coldest days of the entire winter. Defense in the castle, to say the least, is the city walls. But outside in the wilderness, that's a sin. It's hard to believe that the soldiers and the nobles of a respected territory can fight in the ice...

“We have to find a way to get rid of those two animals, or we won't be able to pass on the information here.” Major Skerry stared at the reappearing prairie gold sculpture on the two sides of the enemy camp in the distance. Now the messenger hawks are gone, but there are more than a dozen communication pigeons, but as long as those two prairie golds are engraved in the sky, the pigeons can't fly, throwing them out will only fall on the ground, and they will not open their wings if they die.

“We cannot deal with these two animals, who have been domesticated and never come near our castle. Guns don't have enough range to hit them unless we can lure these two prairie gold sculptures within 100 meters of the castle. Otherwise, we can only watch them circle in the sky.” Captain Hemklin said.

“What do you say the nobles of these territories do to domesticate these meadow gold sculptures?” Claude asked beside him.

“This is simple, one to show off, and the second to hunt. Nomadic tribes on the grasslands have traditionally had the tradition of domesticating grassland golden carvings to help them hunt. Hunting on the grasslands, a grassland golden sculpture is even better than a hound dog, helping owners hunt rabbits, otters and these agile little animals. Grand Duke Kanas is said to have a large pair of prairie golden sculptures that can take a hundred kilograms of sheep into the air..." This is Captain Cordwalk, Captain of the 4th Battalion, who is also running to the city walls to watch the bustle.

Claude punched a finger: "Since the nobles of those territories domesticated grasslands for hunting, I think I have a way to lure them. ”

“What way?” Major Skerry couldn't wait to ask that he was deeply averse to the meadow golden carvings that had been hovering over those two sides of the sky.

“I hunted in the woods when I was young, and I read a lot of novels about hunting. Remember this tour where the hunter laid a net on the ground and poured fish shrimp on it in order to catch a big bird like a geese swan? When the birds in the sky come down to eat fish and shrimp, they rush out and beat the drums, and the panicked birds can easily drop their toenails in the mesh of the fishing net, so that the hunters can catch a lot of big birds without wasting their gray power.

I remember when we pulled back from Castle Landers, we brought back two nets, didn't we? That's what we used to fish in the Great River Bay. Perhaps we can also use fishing nets against these two animals in the sky. Of course, I didn't mean to lay the nets on the ground, which would be of little use to the two golden sculptures, which could not have landed in the castle. ”

Claude pointed to the rooftop of the main castle in Central: “I remember the large platform above, we hung the net up, and there were more than a hundred sheep in the garden, put the lamb on the platform, and put it under the net. If those two prairie golden sculptures in the sky find no one on the platform but lambs, they will not be able to withstand the nature of the hunt and will most likely plunge down to hunt those lambs. As long as they hit the net, they could be entangled for at least a while, enough time for soldiers on the walls to shoot several times. ”